Ultra Marathon & Marathon

What 2018 has taught me (and no I did not promise you a games room)

What 2018 has taught me (and no I did not promise you a games room)

2018 has been the epitomised the odyssey. It has been a year of challenges both physical and mental; and there have been successes and failures. It would not be an odyssey if it was easy, and it would not be an odyssey if I didn’t learn along the way.

I am not a good runner

I am not a good runner

A friend recently declared in public that she ‘loved running; but was not very good at it’. This made me think. Define a good runner. What makes a good runner? Is it really just the domain of the elites, the club runners, the front of the pack runners, the podium placing runners?

We do not Conquer nature, it allows us to pass

We do not Conquer nature, it allows us to pass

Recently watching a documentary about an Everest ascent that did not go to plan I was struck by the cost of hubris. The climber’s desire and determination to be the first to summit in that season, and significantly, to be last off the summit that day despite rapidly deteriorating weather conditions was an act of sheer hubris and lack of respect for nature that almost cost him his life.

The hibernation factor

The hibernation factor

I knew there was a reason why I don’t normally line up events for January and February and why my mileage goes down over the winter. It’s the I just want to rest on my summer laurels, kick back, reduce the mileage and lie about in the warmth and get fat factor. This bear just wants to coorie in and hibernate.

The Desert Strikes Back

The Desert Strikes Back

I must be honest and say that this blog entry is tinged with disappointment and frustration at my second failure to complete the African stage of the Global Odyssey, but I am entirely comfortable with my decision to abandon forty-five kilometres into the 100k Ultra Mirage el Djerid event.

The Global Odyssey Gobi 100

The Global Odyssey Gobi 100

An epic run with a Mongolian mud spa treatment thrown in for free.

Where do I start? This stage of the Global Odyssey 100 was the perfect example of what the Global Odyssey is about: remote, extreme, challenging, wild, beautiful and awe inspiring. One hundred kilometres over foothills, through gorges, over desert plains in rain and sunshine with temperatures ranging from fifteen to thirty-one degrees, from dawn to night.

The great Glen Ultra - not my nemesis after all

The great Glen Ultra - not my nemesis after all

I would never have imagined that the Scottish Highlands would have been the location for heat conditioning for the Gobi Desert or that the Great Glen Ultra would be my last long run for my Global Odyssey Gobi 100k challenge. Surreal as it seems that is how things roll sometimes.

A state of limbo – it’s easy to confuse a bear of little brain

A state of limbo – it’s easy to confuse a bear of little brain

Recovery or taper: taper or recovery? Which is it?What am I doing? What am I supposed to be doing?Argh, my brain hurts.It is now, however, too late to figure it out as I am most definitely in taper territory, as it is now the end of July and I run the Global Odyssey Gobi 100k on 12th August.

I never promised you a games room

I never promised you a games room

The Namibian Odyssey 100k was certainly an adventure and a journey of discovery; just not the one I had expected. How wrong did it go? Spectacularly wrong. They say, that if you are going to fail; fail with style, get eaten by a leopard or something of that ilk. Failing because you are bit pooped simply lacks panache. I can give Cyrano de Bergerac a run for his money when it comes to panache.

The Namibian Global Odyssey 100k

The Namibian Global Odyssey 100k

If you're seeing things running through your head Who you gonna call?Sandbaggers!

There I was dreaming about those remote, extreme, beautiful, exquisitely painful 100ks that you have set yourself the challenge of doing for the Global Odyssey 100. Antarctica, no problem: done. Europe, no problem: done. Africa; wait a minute, there are not that many one-day 100k events on the African continent and the ones I found just did not seem to whet my appetite. There was something missing, a certain ‘je ne sais quoi’. Do I settle?